By Phillip Ledford Today I wrote two poems. Thought about masturbating but even that has lost its luster in times like these. I ate 5 day old pizza from the fridge. Accidentally broke my last beer on the floor and stood in its cold aftermath. Patricia called and wanted to come over. I told her [...]
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Lack Luster Times (or Sex Never Lacks Luster)
Posted in Philip Ledford on April 21, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Even Poems Get Jealous
Posted in Philip Ledford on March 27, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Philip Ledford i’ve been sending a lot of submissions out by email since i got my new computer. i can hear all the poems at the typewriter saying ‘damn it, he’s using that computer again!’ ‘he’s forgotten us again!” ‘forsaken! we’ve been forsaken!” i even heard one say ‘screw him, all he writes is [...]
When Prayers Are Answered
Posted in Philip Ledford on February 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Philip Ledford It was like listening to Brahms in a rain storm. A bitch mother of a rain storm. The worst one ever witnessed. His sharp progression of chords grabbed at my throat demanding an end to my life. I wanted my life to end. He jumped and danced around the small bar room [...]
